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... th the creature impaled and writhing beneath Vaerin’s blade, the chant continued. Faint. Distant. The voices, now reducing. Each voice dying like a candle snuffed in a storm.
But the light that remained did not fade.
It twisted.
Marien pressed her back to the broken wall, breath heaving. Blood dripped from a gash along her ribs. "It’s not dying!."
Leon stepped between her and the creature as its limbs cracked again, reforming from smoke. His blade trembled in his ...
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